I'm sitting in the railway station.. Got a ticket to my destination.. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.. And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band..
Home Remedy. . Its a home remedy when you put your arms around me. I know the working day is through. Youre the right recipe never failing to astound me.
Hills and Hollers. Adrienne Young / Mark D. Sanders. . Well I feel like a stranger in my own hometown. Theres traffic in the air where there used to be the sound.
Her Eyes Were Watching God. . To prey upon a kind and generous heart. To turn away from and leave a mark. To go too far just to make youself feel better.
I ain't told nobody 'bout the trouble I've got on me. Keep my tears to myself so no one in the world can see. No, I ain't let on the truth to a living soul.
Well, down at the factory, I'm never late. I'm a mild mannered man who pulls his weight. I give a hundred percent, I don't ever stop. 'Til Friday evening when I punch that clock.
I reckon there's one near your hometown. An old cinder block building looks a-half torn down. Just hang a left down the lost highway. Keep going till you see the signs that say.
I remember I was sitting in this little cafe. Some where out in the middle of L.A.. It was almost Christmas and I was all alone. . Suddenly He appeared, hungry, cold and tired.
He'd say, "Can't never could do nothin'. And weights what broke the wagon. There ain't no fence between a right or wrong. Sometimes you gotta fight if you gonna get along".